" He would have to say that," grinned Mak. "Even after all of the riding we've done, I still don't feel completely at home on a pony." I wonder where ...he's going," Lyssa mused. "That isn't the way to where he lives." I would imagine that he's going to talk to the families of those of us who didn't make it." Three men and one woman of the original caravan had been lost in the bloody battle against the Chak. "I'm glad it's him and not me who has to do it. That's one job I wouldn't want for. Aryn took the bag and put it in one of the storage lockers on the jet-ski and we all climbed on.Aryn gunned the motor and we shot off towards the yacht with the 4 young men on it. We all waved as we slowly went passed it then Aryn gunned the motor and we headed straight for the beach.Wren had held onto my little breasts as soon as she got on the jet-ski and I had put my arms around Aryn and was stoking his cock though his shorts as we bounced along.Aryn soon beached the jet-ski near where 3. Actually, the woman was looking at Robin like a piece of meat, she was all for it. “1000.00 Dollars ... deal.” Samantha said with a smile.“Just take her into the back room Kate.” Nix said. The woman came around the counter took Robin by the hand and led her to a room in the back of the store. Sam admired the soon to be hers bag as she handed over her credit card. Her sister’s pussy and mouth had just saved her four thousand dollars.Robin followed the well dressed blonde into the back room,. If you’ve ever been to a social function where members of several different generations were present, you might have noticed that people from each age group tend to cluster together. That’s natural. They simply have more in common, and are, therefore, more comfortable talking to people with the same life experience. Obviously we haven’t all had exactly the same history, but generally, we’re more comfortable with those who are more likely to understand what we’re talking about when we complain.